28 poems

The “Sciences” of Man

They cut a man open to pieces,
Then stitch up a puppet of flesh.
The Spirit, they claim, only ceases—
A nuisance that hampers their “quest.”

Where monsters commission the studies,
The outcome is always fascism.
These lunatic, slavish buddies
Are breeding a cult of dumb schism.

Samples are twisted and slanted,
The Soul is dismissed as a lie.
Conclusions? Outrage pre-planted—
They rush to obey and comply.

Speculations keep reigning,
With fraud and with brazen deceit.
The Spirit and Mind they keep maiming—
For them, that’s the ultimate feat.

“Forgotten” are thousands of pages
That crush their constructed domain.
Their “science” is terror in cages,
And Satan their idol profane.

Of course, there are dull exceptions—
The stupid, the blind, the asleep.
If Spirit has no connections,
Their minds only crawl like cheap fleas.

Bias is woven in measure:
How dare they admit they’re a slave?
Their “freedom of speech” is a treasure
They grant just to cowards and knaves.

Self-censorship rules every hour,
It’s harsher than censors of old.
They only protect their own power,
Their chief is a madman grown bold.

And tyranny’s loud exhibition
Was never by accident born:
They serve fascist dogs in submission,
With flattery, cruelty, scorn.

They’re paid like the cheapest of traitors,
Betrayal’s a bargain too small.
Their “science” is venom of haters,
It kills with invented false law.

That lie is a weapon of slaughter,
This scum keeps on forging its blade.
To see where the lie lies is harder
When Spirit is cut and betrayed.

So center your strength in the Spirit,
Unite those who still can resist.
Though most of the masses won’t hear it,
You live if their mirages you’ve missed.



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1.
Their “science” is chains,
But Spirit remains.

2.
They cut us with lies,
But Spirit defies.

3.
Fascist dogma is brittle —
One spark of Spirit can whittle.

4.
Kill their mirage,
Live free, at large.



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1.
Your “science” is trash,
A dog in a sash.

2.
You butcher the Soul —
A fascist black hole.

3.
Your studies are rot,
But Spirit is not.

4.
Lie, whore, and betray —
The Spirit won’t sway.

5.
Your wisdom is dung,
The Spirit’s still young.



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1.
Spirit, not lies!
Fascism dies!

2.
Their “science” is rot —
The Spirit is not!

3.
Kill the mirage,
Smash their barrage!

4.
Truth is the blade,
Their empire decayed!

5.
Spirit is fire —
Burn the liar!



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1.
March through the lie,
Spirit won’t die —
Fascists will fry!

2.
Truth is our song,
We strike the wrong,
Spirit is strong!

3.
Break every chain,
Shatter their reign —
Spirit remain!

4.
Science of slaves,
Digging our graves —
Spirit still saves!

5.
Forward we go,
Crushing the foe —
Spirit will glow!



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Battle Hymn of Spirit

March through the lie,
Spirit won’t die —
Truth is our sword in the sky!

Chains will be torn,
Fascists forlorn,
Spirit shall rise and be born!



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March of the Ruins

Through ash and deceit,
They rot in defeat —
Their “science” is filth on the street.

The Spirit won’t bend,
It burns to the end,
Their empire of lies we’ll upend.



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1.
Ashes and lies —
Spirit will rise!

2.
Their ruins remain,
But Spirit’s the flame!

3.
Rot in the dust,
Spirit is just!

4.
Empire decayed —
Spirit’s the blade!



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Marching Chants of Spirit


Ashes and lies — / Spirit will rise!

Chains on the slave — / Spirit will save!

Rot in the dust — / Truth is a must!

Empire decayed — / Spirit’s the blade!

Fascists will fall — / Spirit is all!



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Cycle of the Spirit March

Ashes and lies —
Spirit will rise!

Chains on the slave —
Spirit will save!

Rot in the dust —
Truth is a must!

Empire decayed —
Spirit’s the blade!

Fascists will fall —
Spirit is all!

Their science is rot —
Spirit is not!

Lies cannot reign —
Spirit will gain!

Through ruin and flame —
Spirit’s the name!



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Rebel March of Spirit

Ashes of fools —
Spirit breaks rules!

Chains on the weak —
Spirit will speak!

Rot in your labs —
Spirit grabs!

Empire of slime —
Spirit in time!

Fascists in thrall —
Spirit stands tall!

Your “science” is dung —
Spirit is young!

Lies rot your throne —
Spirit alone!

Through wreck and decay —
Spirit holds sway!



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Spirit! Rise! — Lies! Die!

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Burn their lies — Spirit flies!

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Fools decay — Spirit stays!

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Rot and fall — Spirit calls!

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Chains break — Spirit awake!



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What and How

Under pressure, only WHAT
Is demanded; yet forgotten’s HOW?
Without it, your mind is NOTHING —
The target of viral attacks, right now.

HOW to invent — that’s the key.
HOW to learn firsthand, truly see…
So lies flow freely for all to hear,
While erudition meets deafness here.

How to think? — that is the question.
WHAT to think — their ready suggestion.
Their verbal diarrhea brings no cheer,
Only harm, confusion, and fear.

How to grasp the Purest Spirit —
The main subject, the core to inherit?
Yet the party of “religion” and its crew
Feeds false answers, all untrue.

Nonsense of “What? Where? When?”
How to destroy slavery HOW? —
A problem indeed, yet the herd
Is always ruled by lies absurd.

In this WHAT, lies are stuffed tight.
It’s hard, if you know HOW to fight.
Multiply your critical spark,
Guard your HOW, lest you be dark.

METHODS are always supreme —
They unearth the hidden WHAT it seems.
Armed in a war where they make us NOTHING,
You’ll survive, defy, keep striking.

But their weapon is always lies:
Today’s Goebbels — a whining brat,
Hitler — like a mouse in disguise,
Mussolini — a puppy, imagine that.

Monsters now run the show,
Wishing to crush all below.
Obey — and you vanish fast.
Hope is alive — success can last.

Strengthen Mind, strengthen Spirit,
Make them the rulers within your merit,
And we will drive hell’s servants down,
To a lower world — never to crown.



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1.
WHAT they demand — lies!
HOW you resist — truth flies!

2.
Mind enslaved by their WHAT,
Spirit alive — break their plot!

3.
Lies as weapons, fools in command,
HOW you fight — Spirit in hand!

4.
WHAT they shove, HOW you know —
Truth will strike, let their empire go!



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1.
WHAT they force —
Spirit’s course!

2.
HOW you fight —
Truth ignites!

3.
Lies will fall —
Spirit stands tall!

4.
Chains break —
Spirit awake!



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WHAT they force — / Spirit’s course!

HOW you fight — / Truth ignites!

Lies will fall — / Spirit stands tall!

Chains break — / Spirit awake!

Fools obey — / Spirit shows way!

Deceit decays — / Spirit sways!

Empire lies — / Spirit flies!

Ashes burn — / Spirit returns!



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Rebel Spirit March


WHAT they shove — / Spirit won’t budge!

HOW they lie — / Spirit will pry!

Fools rot — / Spirit’s not!

Chains bind — / Spirit’s mind!

Deceit reeks — / Spirit speaks!

Empire’s slime — / Spirit in time!

Lies decay — / Spirit’s way!

Ashes and scum — / Spirit will come!



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Asceticism

Here lies rules the lie,
Even on the first glance.
You’ll never revive
That trembling of love’s dance,

Where no bargaining, no deceit,
No tiresome flattery to meet,
Where drunken with each other’s grace,
You wander, lost in shared embrace.

Retreat within yourself,
Center your Spirit there,
Love only Truth itself,
Forget torment and despair.

Torment fills this world,
Cursed forever, locked in strife.
Here, only lies are idols,
Sprouting in the human life:

Fear, betrayal, falsehoods rise,
Endurance of violence, compromise.
Only multiply Spirit inside —
Thus salvation you will find.

Regret nothing at all —
Just escape quickly from Hell!
No tears, no pitiful call —
In Hell, crying doesn’t dwell.

Be courageous — never shake
Or tremble over your own fate.
Then revelation you will take,
Any truth, whatever the weight.

The path is hard, yet those who go
Will overcome and surely know.
Forget this cursed Hell forever,
Its grip shall bind you never.

The sun will soon burn bright,
This idiotic world to light.
The Spirit cannot die —
Forget the flesh, let it lie.



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1.
Retreat within —
Spirit will win!
Forget the Hell,
Let Truth swell!

2.
Torment roams,
Lies are thrones,
But Spirit fights —
And claims the heights!

3.
No tears in Hell,
No pain to tell,
Courage will guide —
Spirit won’t hide!

4.
Fear and lies —
Spirit defies!
Escape the night —
Embrace the Light!



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Repression and Critical Mind

"We lie upon the cold and filthy floor,
Sentenced to an endless prison's roar.
And stubbornly, for long, we stare in gloom:
Nothing, nothing in this darkened room!"
— Konstantin Balmont, In Prison, 1899


We rot in this man-made, infernal Hell,
Where Reason finds no place to dwell.
All consciousness drowned in wild, shameful delirium —
Repression, so they say, removes the tedium.

But no matter how much you push those woes away,
It won’t help — nothing will stay.
Yet multiply your Critical Mind, be brave —
This mess survives only on deception’s wave.

Look at everything straight, seek motives wide —
Those motives poke like ears all sides.
Judge all yourself, and do not quiver
Before Evil — it’s a fool who will shiver.

The real joke’s the Global Madhouse!
Better to laugh than be quiet in its house.
Though half the world has become wretched cattle,
You must not indulge them in any battle.

So Balmont’s “paradise” seems sweet in compare
To where we are, feeding Evil’s snare.
I don’t think diversity of themes is needed now,
While people serve the Goat and bow.

Only a few resist — their host melts away.
In this Hell, the IMBECILE takes sway.
The fool grows old — he wants to gorge,
Planned dulling — the Devil’s forceful forge.

We must find other ways to fight,
To conquer all Evil, reclaim the light.
Otherwise, each of us will fall apart,
And they’ll invent more tortures to break the heart.



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1.
Rot in their Hell —
Critical minds rebel!
Fight the lies,
See through the guise!

2.
Deception thrives —
But Spirit survives!
Expose the fraud,
Strike with your God!

3.
Madness reigns,
Evil gains,
Yet we stand —
With Spirit in hand!

4.
Chains of fools,
Devil’s rules,
Break them all —
Hear the Spirit call!



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Search?

A shameful world, where searching is none,
Only “Google” censorship spun.
The vile plots of inhuman breed —
Startups to hell, old and fat indeed.

And fat with their tested brew,
That nurtures folly and lies too,
And plenty spent to hype and sell,
Much money flows, as one can tell.

It’s obvious in this Googled mire,
Where genocide gets its PR fire.
The world is sunk in tawdry grime,
Soullessness where reason sleeps all the time.

What can searching do in such despair?
A sample query: “Economic Swine.”
Livestock, economy — the sole reply,
Only fools may take such filth as high.

Yet though this query brings no cheer,
It shows the essence of people here.
Many articles dissect this theme,
Where man is an ass, a slave in dream.

If they hide the truth or drown it in lies,
Mind and Spirit are cut, time flies.
On top rise only mirages faint,
A devilish scheme without constraint.

And that’s mild, I speak with care —
Up floats the filth, it’s everywhere.
This sewer links, make no mistake,
To fascist scum, with all at stake.

Not search — a sewer, pure and grim.
Not knowledge — shit to the brim.
Not algorithms — a shallow game,
And brazen scum reigns all the same.



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1.
No search, just lies —
Spirit defies!
Sewer reigns,
Break the chains!

2.
Filth on top,
Truth won’t drop!
Fools may cheer,
But Spirit’s here!

3.
Google’s trash,
World gone brash!
Expose the scam,
Raise Spirit’s flame!

4.
Not search, but sewer,
Not truth, but rumor!
Fight the scum,
Let Spirit come!



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1.
Sewer reigns —
Spirit remains!

2.
Lies atop —
Truth won’t stop!

3.
Filth rules —
Raise the tools!

4.
Scum prevails —
Spirit hails!



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Spirit March: Against the Sewer


Sewer reigns — / Spirit remains!

Lies atop — / Truth won’t stop!

Filth rules — / Raise the tools!

Scum prevails — / Spirit hails!

Deceit spreads — / Spirit treads!

Fraud flies — / Spirit defies!

Empire rots — / Spirit blots!

Darkness falls — / Spirit calls!



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Rebel Spirit March: Sewer’s End


Sewer rules — / Spirit fools!

Lies they shove — / Spirit will move!

Scum on top — / Spirit won’t stop!

Filth and fraud — / Spirit’s sword!

Empire lies — / Spirit defies!

Deceit spreads — / Spirit treads!

Cowards cheer — / Spirit’s here!

Darkness thrives — / Spirit survives!



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Everything…

"Everything is plastic —
Even rags."
— Andrei Voznesensky


All comes from folly, from deceit —
Plastic’s the lesser of the feat.
Soullessness, and hearts all scarred,
Reasonable minds are caught off-guard.

In this Hell, life has grown impossible,
Where traitors thrive — vile and colossal!
So many snakes that none can slay,
Betrayal blooms in the light of day.

For treachery’s become a trade,
And bribery’s habit never swayed.
They call you fool if you don’t sell,
Almost for nothing — you rebel? They yell.

Here poison’s served as daily bread,
And lies are fed at every stead.
It’s not even a test, this bitter cup —
True trials are only when you stand up.

All that remains is to strike the young,
Each child a block, ideas unsprung.
Drive reason from the smallest frame,
Then surely fate will have no claim.

But even now, no options remain —
Dullness blooms, a deafening pain.
Poisoning water, food, and thought,
“Education” wars with reason fraught.

Propaganda’s reached such heights —
Hitler in Hell would envy these sights.
They howl, and HOWL, and HOWL some more!
The world’s drowned in delirium, at its core.

Yet soon, all will pay the price,
No escape, no compromise:
If you’ve become a sellout, vile and base,
From the human ranks you’ll be erased.



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1.
Traitors thrive —
Spirit survives!
Sell your soul —
You’re out of the roll!

2.
Poison fed,
Lies widespread!
Stand your ground —
Don’t be bound!

3.
Dullness reigns,
Reason wanes!
Fight the scum —
Let Spirit come!

4.
World in Hell,
Truth they quell!
Sellout’s fate —
Exclusion’s gate!